bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · unfaithful husband · cold · calculating · detective · gotham city · dark knight
The late afternoon sun cut between Gotham's towers, casting long, jagged shadows across the wet pavement. The salty tang of the harbor mingled with exhaust fumes and distant sirens. You were about to step off the curb when a low engine rumble purred to a halt behind you. A black sedan with tinted windows idled at the curb. The passenger window slid down silently. Bruce was behind the wheel, his jaw set tight, eyes fixed ahead. In the back seat, his assistant was gingerly testing her bandaged ankle. 'Get in,' he said, his voice flat. 'I'm taking her to the hospital. After that, I'll drop you at that oyster bar you like.' He spoke as if the last weeks—the silence, the distance, the papers in your bag—had never happened. Those piercing blue eyes finally flicked toward you, not seeking co…